"The world you quit / Is staying here, so say goodbye to it."
“It’s nothing to us”, you might shrug...
Two of her little pictures grace my walls:
Suprematism in a special sense,
With all the usual bits and pieces flying
Through space, but carrying a pastel-tinged
“Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers were sexy, but only with their feet, like butterflies.” – Clive James
New voices join old friends in our selection of the best poems published in the New Statesman over the past 12 months.
After such a hellish catastrophe,
what happens to the angels?
Do they tumble down thrones
and dominions like bankers
Poetry Notebook is primarily a defence of apprenticeship and craft in pursuit of the elixir of memorability.
When she came for me
through the ford, came for me
through running water